Elenore walks in a corner of the ghetto. {with}{dream} щ{suimеng][lā}

The houses were built along the hill walls, and the tattered and rotten planks of wood were crooked to form a series of prefabricated houses, close to each other, stretching out into an unseen position in the distance.

Some of the larger gaps can drill through pre-apocalyptic rats that have not mutated. There is nothing to speak of here, but it is also their home for a living.

Glowing vines rooted in the earthen walls are the source of light, and every household grows some. Carbon and oil are scarce resources.

There is no sunlight, so that most of the poor people who come and go are rickety, and there is a cough from time to time.

Their clothes were a little less tattered than Eleno's, but they were patched and lifeless.

Someone cooks in front of their house, someone hums a pre-apocalyptic song, someone tells a fairy tale to their children, and the prince inside eats enough for every meal.

The only difference between a slum and a scavenger is that they have a Hale City identity badge, a place to live, and a precarious job.

Every day, people who can still move in the slums go to the civilian areas to find out if there is a suitable job for them. The reward is often a soup that only fills the hunger.

At least you have to eat.

Skinny, filthy, lifeless, and dull. This is the picture of the slums.

If the needs of human beings are divided into three categories from low to high: survival needs, material needs, and consciousness needs. Then they are struggling with the need to survive.

Civilian areas may be better, as some of them have moved away from the most basic needs for survival and into material needs. For example, you want a dress without patches, a coat that is warm enough, you can eat chicken, sheep, pigs, and beef instead of mutant creature meat, interesting entertainment, and your children will not be targeted by the aristocracy.

There are soldiers patrolling here, so you don't have to worry about children or immobile family members being dragged away by ghouls to share the food, as in the ghetto. The houses here were built by merchants, and although they are not beautiful, they can guarantee ** and safety.

Poor people and commoners make up more than 95% of the population of Hale, and above this is the aristocracy who have no worries about food and clothing.

Elenore walked aimlessly down this long and bumpy street. I don't know what happened, she fell, couldn't get up, curled up on the ground and trembled slightly....

A pauper sitting at the door of the house looked at her, then looked away.

The indifference of the poor people passing by is a daily occurrence. He only hoped that the group of ghouls would quickly drag the corpse away before the plague would occur.

In the dark corners, several figures shaped like dead corpses came to life, looking at the slightly trembling figures of the street, approaching from all directions, either on foot or crawling.

In the dimness of the light source, these figures seemed to be close to the darkness of a fresh soul. There is covetousness and greed in his eyes.

But at this time, there was an extra light around Eleno, a light of hope that could dispel all darkness and tell everything.

In the light, a figure was faintly hazy. That posture, that face, makes people tearful, and makes people bow and worship.

His palms brushed in front of Eleno, and his trembling body gradually calmed down. The face full of pain opened his eyes slightly, and he raised his head to see the figure in the holy light.

"You...... Is that you...... My Lord ......"

Her eyes reflected in the light, and all that was left of her world was this face. She leaned down and kissed the ground in front of the figure.

"Lord of the Dawn...... Musu ......"

Whether it's the approaching vampires, or the surrounding poor. They were all stunned, staring at the figure in the dazzling light.

"My child, it's me."

The Lord of the Dawn in the light has a loving face, as if he were looking at his own child.

"You're finally back...... "Elenor burst into tears, prostrating her head continuously. Did you save me, why don't you let me go to your kingdom......"

"Your piety has touched me, but you can't die yet." The Lord of the Dawn sings the sounds of tediousness. "Thou art my people, and thou art my way, and thou shalt carry forth my doctrine."

His forehead was red and bleeding, and Elenor reverently cried out, "Your people will spread the Church of Dawn to every footprint." ”

The Lord of Dawn nodded in relief, and the light faded, slowly retreating into the darkness behind him.

"Where should I go to find you?" Elenor shouted at the top of her head.

"Believe in the name of my god, chant my name, and my doppelganger will appear."

The voice of holiness echoed.

Calm returns to the surroundings. The men's eyes were dim as they adjusted to the bright light, as if nothing had happened before, and they knelt there reverently except Eleno.

The ghoul retreated in fear. The paupers, stunned, followed the crazy woman step by step and knelt away.

What had happened before took root in their hearts.

……

The bell of the City Lord's Mansion slowly rang open, and it was already inaudible in the sky above the slum.

This is the only way for the poor who live in the cave for a long time to know the time. Think about it once at 2 o'clock and once at 0 o'clock.

The sounds of conversation in the slums, the crying of children, the shouts gradually faded away, and every family fell asleep.

The silence lasted for more than ten minutes, and at the edge of the slum, a dozen figures from a newly covered house came out one after another, walking lightly towards the place where the incident had happened during the day.

A moment later, the figures arrived at the location, and the leader gestured, and they dispersed, crashing into the doors of several surrounding prefabricated houses, subduing the startled pauper.

Crying and shouting in the darkness came to an abrupt end. The paupers were covered with their mouths covered.

In the silence, shouts were heard in the surrounding board houses, of course, but they were too busy to take care of themselves.

And it's very common.

In desperation, these paupers are tied up.

A vicious and terrifying voice sounded: "Although it is not delicious to be old, at least there is a little girl." Very good......"

The same scene is happening in the rest of the room.

A muffled sound sounded, and someone tried to resist and was knocked to the ground.

The voice sneered, "No one can save you, not God." ”

What did they think of.

They closed their eyes and pleaded bitterly for the Lord of the Dawn to come down and save them.

The struggle of the poor people suddenly disappeared, and a figure by the door raised his hand and gestured. The same gesture is made at the doors of the surrounding prefabricated houses.

"It looks like you've given up your resistance and dragged them all away!" The voice was screaming.

At a moment of despair in the hearts of the poor, boundless golden light filled the entire sight by the way. Even if you close your eyes, you can't avoid it. All I heard was the screams and falls.

The golden light lasted for more than ten seconds, gradually weakening. The paupers cautiously opened their eyes, and as they gradually adjusted to the darkness, they saw a few clumps of ashes left in their place.

"Thou shalt call upon me, and thou shalt be my people. Be protected by God. ”

The voices heard during the day echoed.

"The Lord of the Dawn...... It's the Lord of the Dawn! ”

They shouted with tears in their eyes.

On this day, a strange church began to circulate in the ghetto.

The church called Dawn does not require food, wives and daughters, temples and statues, or prayers that are difficult to recite. As long as you pray silently in your heart and miss the Lord of the Morning Sun, you can become a citizen of God.